It’s interesting how cats can be so different from each other. Their personalities are as diverse as those of people. Renn loves to look out the window. Josie does too, and one of her favourite places is on a platform of the lower cat-tree in the sitting room. Tungsten, however, is normally completely uninterested in the outside world.
I don’t know why that is. Most cats will have some curiosity about their surroundings. Tungsten is apathetic, though in a way that suggests superior disdain for such things. A sudden, loud noise will send the other beasts running for a window, or for shelter; the tiny terror moves not a muscle. A warm cat-bed, a lap, a bowl of her favourite food and a drink of water now and then. Those are the pillars of her life.
Once in a while, though, she exhibits extraordinary behaviour. She will rocket around the house, causing the other cats to peer after her in surprise. She will eat out of a bowl containing food she dislikes. And, rarely, she will look out a window.
Most often, this occurs when I place her in a position from which she may easily observe. When she and I lived alone, before the other cats came, I would hold her at a window and we would look out together, and see what may have been seen. We do that still. But, once in a while, the orange one will show an interest that is quite unusual for her. When she does so, it is such an unfamiliar sight that she looks like a different cat.
But the moment doesn’t last long. She sees little to hold her attention. There is so little worthy of it, you understand. Then, she returns to her cat-bed, or my lap. There, she sleeps, and though her dreams were once periodically frightening, she now dreams more placidly, perhaps of sleeping in a cat-bed, or on my lap...